I dreamt of falling down a well,
Without building a defending wall,

On the day I won the bail,
I took the hammer, hit the nail,

And the well cried loud,
And the inhabitants' sorrows last,

Who cares!
I will fix Nigeria

'This is my turn'


A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
What’s it trying to tell?
But the Nigeria's hell.

Nigeria you're shamelessly beautiful!
Foolishly sorrowful

Giant of Africa!
Servant of Africa.

Promiscuous old lady wandering the world
In Ebony casket lift by comrades in war
There lies the grave
Digs by the wave.

© Okpohoudeme Promise Ita